“Well then. Hope you’re ready to kick my ass, even though I’m amazing at this game.”Grinning, I added her to my friends list and sent her an i...vitation. I had something to work with. There was a reasonable chance that her grandmother’s name was Marisabel Trimboli. Even if the last name was wrong, Marisabel was pretty freaking unique. How many hospitals in Pueblo would have a COVID patient named Marisabel? I just needed to be persistent and convince someone at the hospital to answer a couple of. Not wanting her to know that all those kids worried him. A man without so much as a high school education, he had to find a way to support his wife and kids. Only, it was hard times. People were looking for work and couldn’t find any. A time not long after the first world war, the economy never rebounded in the way that the politicians promised it would. His friend Bugs, in charge of the Polish/Irish mob, was making a pile of dough doing small jobs, robbing and stealing with a little. Whenever we were in the mood to play with others, we tended to look for partners that were open about their bisexuality, regardless of race or age. We both loved to get another male into bed or any other convenient location so we could share him. One of our favorite experiences was when Barb met an eighteen-year-old by the name of Miguel during one of her workouts at the Gold's Gym near our apartment. Apparently, the first time she encountered him working out, she decided to test the waters by. Shelooked at me and smiled."So I was right." she said quietly."Yes," I mumbled.Just then, a car horn beeped and a car pulled up next to us. Theshop assistant opened the back door and told me to get in. When Ihesitated, she grabbed my arm and said, "Get in, silly!"I stumbled in and saw, to my horror, a man in the front. I half-expected it to be another woman. The shop assistant got in the frontand introduced us. "I'm Diana," she said, "and this is my dearhusband, James, or as he likes to be.